When I listen to this LP, recorded in 1979, I try to imagine what her life must have been like then. After building a career on sounding fresh and young and folksy, her voice was now raspy and world-weary from years of drug use. She sounds raw and damaged. This album makes me curl into a ball. It was one of the first LPs I ever owned. I bought it at Bob & Bob’s. When I check on yesterday’s blog, eight more people have posted comments: seven Europeans and one guy named Gerry, from Louisiana. He posted a comment that says, Hey, Seattle Guy, you’re missing the boat. Vinyl is where it’s at. Long live the Vinyl Princess. You rock. I send Gerry a response, thanking him for the support. I feel my little community slowly growing. Every day my number of hits increases. World domination can’t be far off now. I’ve also noticed that the zines are slowly disappearing from the magazine rack. Sure, maybe people are using them for scratch pads but some people have to be reading them too.
